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While roaring, the man swung his **** down fiercely.

And Mu Yang, who was still thinking, didn't mean to fight back at all, but looked at him quietly, wanting to find something in his expression.

"You wicked people, go to death! I will die with you!"

As soon as the voice fell, the **** slammed firmly on Mu Yang's right shoulder. There was a little pain, but Mu Yang didn't even shed blood.

He is now the ninth level of the Spiritual Vessel Realm. Would he be afraid of an ordinary **** that was smashed by a mortal?

Not only was Mu Yang not injured, but the **** was broken.

Mu Yang's physical strength now has completely exceeded the scope of these ordinary people's understanding.

Seeing that he was not Mu Yang's opponent at all, the man roared in despair, "If you have the ability, kill me! I'm not afraid!"

Mu Yang frowned and touched his earlobe, "What are you talking about, why should I kill you? You and I have hatred?"

Mu Yang's reaction caused the man to be astonished. Not only he, but also many people in the surrounding shops were also confused. They poked their heads and stared at Mu Yang curiously.

The man asked dubiously: "Are you... not the one who came to collect taxes?"

Mu Yang was stunned, what's the matter with what? Which one is this playing? "What are you talking about? What tax collection? I just passed by here and wanted to find an inn to rest and rest."

No, this sentence actually made the man emotionally broken, and two lines of tears flowed out.

Just now he regarded death as if he had come home. It was so fragile now that it really made Mu Yang confused.

At this moment, the young woman in a small shop beside her plucked up the courage to walk out, lifted the man up, and tried to squeeze a smile with her bitter face, and said to Mu Yang: "I don't think you are too old. Let’s go, don’t stay here, it will hurt you, maybe you won’t be able to save your life."

Mu Yang turned to look at the shop where the woman had just walked out, and smiled and asked, "Sister, does your house sell pens, inks, papers and inkstones?"

The woman was stunned for a moment. Feelings just said something, but the child didn't even listen.

She hadn't responded yet, Mu Yang walked over by herself and watched in the shop.

After thanking the woman, the man wiped his tears and returned to his shop, while the woman came to Mu Yang's side, "Little brother, do you want these things? I'll give you some, and then you go quickly."

Mu Yang waved his hand and smiled: "Eh? How about that, it is not easy for you to start a small business. I can't take advantage of this. Let's just use this set. How much will it cost me to pack it?"

Seeing Mu Yang's stubbornness, although the woman was embarrassed, she didn't insist anymore. Now she was very anxious and didn't want Mu Yang to stay here for too long, so she hurriedly moved a whole set of pen, ink, paper and ink into the box. , Handed it to Mu Yang, "Come on, little brother, take it quickly. There are two low-grade spirit stones in total."

"Two low-grade spirit stones?" Mu Yang widened his eyes, then looked at the box in his hand, and took a while to react.

After staying in the monastic world for a long time, the concept of money has also changed. In Mu Yang's eyes, the low-grade spirit stones are almost the same as the stones.

For ordinary people, there are really too few value scales in Muyang's view.

The most important thing is that there is no such low-grade spirit stone in Mu Yang at all, let alone the low-grade, even the middle-grade spirit stone!

The ones that had been saved before had already run out of fuel when driving on a motorcycle, and the lowest-class ones in Mu Yang's hands were all high-grade spirit stones.

So Mu Yang put the box in the storage bag, took out a high-grade spirit stone and stuffed it into the woman's hand, "Nothing else, just this, come and hold it."

Looking at the shining spirit stone in her hand, she couldn't help taking a breath. She covered her mouth in surprise, and said in a trembling voice: "This...this is too much. It’s not enough to sell everything to you. No, no, I can’t accept it. I’ll give you the one just now.”

She still wanted to return the spirit stone to Mu Yang, but was resolutely pushed back by Mu Yang. In his opinion, she used a spirit stone to buy something urgently needed. This was a reasonable business. He had no money before. At that time, he respected laborers. Now that he has money, he respects laborers even more. He knows that it is not easy for these people to make money. If he can help, he is willing to help them in a suitable way.

So, Mu Yang rolled his eyes and thought of a way, "Sister, you keep this spiritual stone, but I won't give you so much in vain. After all, these things are not worth the price. I still have requests. ."

She was a little calmer when she heard Mu Yang say this. The spirit stone was not so hot anymore, but her eyes were a little dodging, and she lowered her head and asked timidly: "That... What do you want, brother? If it is too much, I, I will not sell it to you."

Mu Yang was amused by her, she was thinking about something, UU reading www.uukānshu.com regarded him as someone who Muyang was.

"That's right, I will just ask a few questions, you can tell me the answer, this spirit stone belongs to you, how about it."

At this time, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, relieved, "What does the little brother want to ask?"

"Why did that person hit me just now?"

The woman lowered her eyes, her expression turned a little sad, as if there was something unbearable in the past, "Because he treats you as a tax collector."

I remember that the man told Mu Yang just now.

But what happened to the tax collector? Isn't tax collection a normal thing under this kind of social system? "Specifically, what happened to the tax collector?"

The woman brought a chair to Mu Yang to sit down, and she sighed deeply, and the wrinkles on her forehead were obviously increased. "Our Qianniu Town is under the jurisdiction of Qinzhou City. Must pay certain taxes to Qinzhou City."

Speaking of the city of Qinzhou, Muyang, it comes to mind. This is also a city under the jurisdiction of Luoyue Valley. When he helped Luoyue review official documents before, this was one of the cities that disgusted him the most, because its lord was separated from each other. Reporting some big things and small things, asking for funding, even if anyone's hut is on fire, he will be described as an explosion, trying to get disaster relief funds from Luoyue Valley, an annoying batch.

I didn't think that I had actually come to the realm of Qinzhou City now. It was really disgusting.

"Originally paying the tribute tax, this is also our business. Everyone obeys the rules and regulations. The city plans for us to develop. Everyone is thriving. Our Qianniu Town has gradually developed and opened up relying on its own cattle characteristics. There are many towns and cities nearby, but everything has changed since I changed the city owner last year."